Every year, the same birdie couple comes to roost on our front porch in a dry nook between the fake-me-out shutters and fake-me-out stone wall. It makes for a noisy spring, but we haven't been able to deter them from coming back, and we really don't mind sharing our place with another pair of parents. Good neighborhoods are hard to find, after all.
But this year, the birdie couple has finally outgrown their starter nest. The nest is bursting with babies - literally! This poor little guy took a 5-foot drop onto our front porch. My mom found him chirping pitifully and trying to stand up. He really was a tiny thing, and I suspect his bigger siblings were pushing him around. So when Carl returned Tweets to the nest, I asked that he give the other birdies a stern talkin' to and remind them to be kind to their little brother.
You should've seen the incredulous look he gave me. Like I was crazy or something. Hmph.
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